A Big Job

After a big thunderstorm, my daughter helped me shovel mud from our driveway so we could open our gate. Four-year-old Kayla could barely lift the shovel. “This is a big job for such a little girl,” she informed me proudly.

She had on her galoshes so when the job was done we decided to look for mud puddles she could stomp around in. After a very satisfying time, we headed for home, hand in hand.

I looked down at her and said, “Have I mentioned today that I love you?”

She giggled, “Yes!” and skipped right out of both of her galoshes. That’s when I knew how important daddies can be to little girls.